Chapter 172

“Alright, I’m making lunch. Is there anything you’d like to eat?” Xyla asked.

“I’m good with anything,” replied Stanley.

“What about the food you hate?”

They would be living together for one year, so she felt the need to be aware.

“None.”

With a nod, Xyla turned to enter the kitchen. Her father had instructed the maid to fill up their fridge yesterday, so it was well stocked. She took out the ingredients she would be using and washed them.

Soon, a household norm of four dishes and one soup were prepared. The spread consisted of braised pork, green pepper scrambled eggs, hot pepper potato shreds, braised prawns, and squid tofu soup.

She placed them carefully on the square dining table and filled up two bowls of rice. Against the green and white checkered tablecloth, the wonderfully prepared dishes looked extraordinarily enticing. The expensive tableware further enhanced this visual effect. The rising heat brought about warmth to this huge mansion.

After placing down the b